SONIA
The courthouse doors felt heavier than they looked and as Baker pushed my wheelchair through them, every conversation around us seemed to fade into a dull hum until all I could hear was the pounding inside my chest. This is it.
The polished marble floor reflected the overhead lights, making everything seem unnaturally bright. Nearly every seat was occupied, reporters lined the back rows with notebooks balanced on their laps and lawyers hurried past with overflowing files tucked beneath their arms but the moment they noticed me, every whisper stopped.
One by one, heads turned and every eye in the room landed on me and the silence lasted only a heartbeat before murmurs erupted, someone gasped while another person blinked so hard I thought his eyes might fall out
“Isn’t that…”
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